Ubiquitous Cell Phones
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Privacy is a freedom of the past,
computers and cell phones took that away;
for it was too precious to ever last.
We now record every word neighbors say;
although we once talked to them face-to-face,
computers and cell phones took that away.
The internet is a chaotic place,
where a like's equivalent to a friend;
although we once talked to friends face to face.
People trade reality for pretend,
for life is a fantasy on the net;
where trolls and bullies feel free to offend.
A.I. poses an even direr threat;
humanity's fabric might well unweave,
for life is a fantasy on the net.
Within the matrix world of make-believe,
privacy is a freedom of the past.
Humanity's fabric might well unweave;
for it was too precious to ever last.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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